The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 6

The dress drops from my hand. His eyes wander lower. My heart skips a beat. His gaze lingers. I can barely hear my breaths as intense hunger clouds his eyes. I’ve never seen a man look at me that way before, and I’ve never seen that look in his eyes, even when he looked at Anya. It was so new to me.

The sound of footsteps breaks both of us out of our trance. Atticus steps in and slams the door shut before anyone can see me.

The sound is enough to remind me of my state.

I spin around and cover my exposed breasts even though it doesn’t make sense now that he’s seen them. And I’m not helping the situation by showing him my bare ass either. That is if he’s still looking at me, which I doubt he is.

He clears his throat.

“I’ll leave when my brother walks past my room.” He tells me. Did I mistake it, or was there a huskiness to his voice?

“It’s okay,” I whisper. “This is your room. I’ll be finished in a minute. You can have the room to yourself after.”

“No.” He disagrees. “There is no need to rush.”

There is a slight pause before he softly says, “this will be your room eventually.”

let out a breath I didn’t realize I had been holding as I fell onto his bed. My face hits his shirt, and I inhale even though I shouldn’t. Why do even his clothes smell as good as him? It doesn’t make

“Autumn, why are you

and quickly put on the dress. She helps me zip it to the back, and then we head back out of the room. Atticus is waiting for us a little distance away, and I can feel my cheeks burn at the reminder of what just happened. He saw me almost entirely naked. Just when I thought things

for my

into the room to change as I

sister tells me as she joins my

had suspected. Some were calling me a

to upset me, like the one message that stood out. It

‘How could you?’

three words, but it left the impact that she wanted it to

couldn’t be something simple that made him agree to marry me. Did his parents threaten him and force him to agree? But they were by my side the entire time; they

should know that I would never intentionally

to stop the wedding. Even though my heart belonged to him, I didn’t want to take him away from Anya. I cared about them too much to separate them

stare.

This is the effect he always had on me. Except now he

set my eyes on. Too good

to take our pictures. This must be something he loves doing. Was he accustomed to taking pictures of couples who didn’t want to get married? If not, this was

arms around her.” The photographer

photographers to the